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When I Was a Kid... Page 9

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I grew up South of San Francisco on the coast 1956-1969. I remember only black and white TV's with 3 channels, all homes had 1 phone -- black. The early morning always smelled like eucalyptus trees and ocean. Kids rode Schwinn Stingray bikes and wore "pegged" pants. "I Love Lucy" was on everyday along with "Whats My Line" and "As the World Turns" Most homes had a washer but NO dryer. Cars were Ford, Chevy or Dodge for the most part. The Beatles ruled the radio. We wore "surfer shoes and surfer shirts" We were just starting to hear about people smoking pot and not sure what it was. We walked to school and did not wear stupid looking helmets to ride a bike. We made our own skateboards from a old pair of skates (the key kind) and a piece of fence board taken off the backyard fence in a area where Dad would not see it. Nailed the skate to the board and had our dog pull us around the block. Everyones dog was free to roam the neighborhood and everyone knew the dog's name. For fun we would knock on doors and run away. Lawn mowers had no motor. We would mow old peoples lawns for 10 cents.Wax lips were cool, so were "Troll Dolls" and YES we got to smoke candy cigarettes to look like Dad, and it didn't even screw us up for life. We got to shot "Cap" Guns with real caps and we didn't blow ourselves up. The only beverage in the fridge was milk, in a glass bottle with a paper lid, there was always cream on the paper lid you could scrap off on your teeth if you were so inclined to do so. The milkman came and dropped off milk on the porch and took away the empty bottles, if he was done with his route he would throw a big block of ice out on the street for us to play with, and YES we played in the streets without getting hurt, no helmets either! Girls looked like girls and boys looked like boys, if you were real wild you might sport a pair of "Beatle Boots" or a "Davy Jones Cap" Wearing a beanie to look like Michael Nessmith was in too, or maybe you were trying to look like "Then Came Bronson" Steve McQueen jumping over the barbwire fence on the motorcycle in "The Great Escape" was the best thing you ever saw in a movie, mind boggling it was! Every kid had a stack of 45 records, if you had a Album, you were "well off" I could go on forever, but won't, thanks for this thread it brought back a lot of memorys. JD Boise ID. - John Dickinson

The 1950s South Bronx was a place of hard working immigrant families. We didn't know that we were at the cutting edge of diversity. None of us had money; we had everything we needed. The summer evenings were filled with the streets games of the Bronx, ring-a-livio (sp?); hide the belt; scully; potsy; double dutch; stoop ball; stick ball; jacks. We shared what we had, our Spaldeen, our tops, our yo-yos. We took turns on our Union Flyer Skates because some of us couldn't afford them. When they finally broke, we took them apart and used the wheels to make scooters. It was a wonderful place and time to grow up. amc - Anne McPherson

We walked to our school except in the Winter when all the parents would take turns carting us there for those cold, snowy mornings. That didn't keep us there for lunch, though. We walked home to mom and hot cocoa with a sandwich and BOZO on the TV! If you were lucky enough to have a color TV, that was even better! In high school, we walked and YES IT WAS A MILE or better! We had to be there by 8am just like a job! On Sunday night we watched Lassie and then Bonanza. Tuesdays was religious education as we went to public school. I remember that we had to leave at the second commercial of COMBAT! or we would be late. We never sassed Mom or Dad.. we wouldn't even THINK of it! We worked for our spending money baby sitting or with a part-time job. If we were young, we made potholders and sold them or had a lemonaide stand. We kept busy during the summer playing games in the street with neighborhood kids. Basketball, Baseball, Hide-n-Seek or Kick the Can... ole ole oxen free! All done, of course, with a backdrop of Dick Biondi and assorted dj's on AM radio ... the soundtrack of our lives!!!! - Peg Amidei, Wheaton IL

I was wondering if anyone had any stories about behavior and discipline in the 1950s and 1960s, if so then I would love to read them for a research paper that I am doing, either on here or if to my email cuteangelmegany@hotmail.com. Also if anyone is interested in doing a short interview that would be great! Thanks for your time. - Megan

Our "Then and Now" page and our "Boomers, Gen-X and Beyond" essay address discipline. - hmc

The Saturday matinee in 1957 was 25 cents and for a few nickels you'd be able to buy enough candy to last the entire show. If the movie was dull you might throw your empty JuJuBee box at the screen. The local policeman was to be revered and he was your friend. We walked to school, even in the rain and if your were on Safety Patrol you felt you had more authority than the president (which was "Ike" at the time.) We had one telephone, one bathroom and we all ate dinner at the same time. My family played Hearts, Crazy Eights and Chinese Checkers together. Playing marbles, hopscotch, tether ball and kickball were the games of choice, as well as softball in the middle of the street. Life was simple, uncomplicated, seemingly unchanging, and Girl Scouts and Boy Scouts were our "gangs." - Patty (Carlon) Kushner

Wow... so much fun remembering back then...grew up in New Hampshire and remember filling S&H green stamps in books and then the excitement of going to the redemption center and picking out a doll carriage. Other thoughts: the smell of my transistor radio (with the cover and snaps)..listening to WKBR and WFEA and calling in to the request line, Bonne Bell make-up and Twiggy eye lashes, drinking Kool-Aid in a large metal purple cup that always stayed cool, playing jump rope (double dutch) until the ice cream truck came and then going inside to watch Lost In Space and Batman, waiting for the Cushman Bakery truck to arrive on Saturdays and picking out the best cupcakes, playing with Barbies and Thumbalina and Chatty Cathy..got her for my first dance recital at the Palace Theater, going to the Empire movie theater and buying Black Crows and watching movie after movie for 30 cents, playing cowboys and indians with my older brothers.. I was Annie Oakley, the real Mr. Potato Head, drawing hopscotch on the sidewalk with chalk, your bike falling over when the kickstand went into the sidewalk on a hot day, returning Coke bottles to buy penny candy at Bruno's store, going to the grand opening of the new Grand Union down the street, twist and hoola hoop contests at the shopping center where the Grand Union was built...I won a twist contest when I was 6 and got a pair of shoes at Kinney Shoe Store, going to Woolworth's and popping a balloon to see how much the banana split would cost...also the best SnoCones were purchased there,rock candy from Liggitt's Drug Store, catching grasshoppers in the tall grass in the lot next door before a house was built, Thursday night was shopping night downtown..everyone worked in the mills and got paid on Thursday, filling the round plastic swimming pool and staying in it for hours, my swingset, listening to the new Beatles album over and over....I could go on and on....does anyone remember the toy that would climb up the wall?? You would pull a string to get it to climb.... - Sharyn

Hee hee, such memories you guys have! Wow! I remember staying outside during the summer from just after breakfast till as late as moms would allow past sunset! Our moms would have to scream at the tops of their lungs for us to come in and have lunch and dinner! The only times we stayed indoors to play was in bad weather. Watching Ed Sullivan every Sunday night, and especially the three consecutive appearances of the Beatles! One Step Beyond, Thriller, and so many other great TV shows. Remember Hollywood Palace, I think hosted by someone different each week? And Raquel Welch was the beautiful girl who brought in the list of guests to read.(?) Sleeping outside in the back yard in homemade tents built from the clothesline from old blankets pinned together with clothespins, and held down at the bottom with garden rocks! Chicago's WLS and WCFL, listening for our favorite hits from our transistor radios, while we walked to Dog 'N Suds for a shake!! Not having enough money to go out to dinner ever, and the big thrill was to walk up to the snack shop and get an order of fries. Tiny Tears dolls, my first Barbie, Midge, playing Risk and Uranium Rush board games. Ray Rayner in the morning getting ready for school. Going to concerts when I became a teen and seeing Led Zeppelin in Chicago for their first visit in 1969 at the Kinetic Playground for five bucks!! Cool! - Sue

Rural Northern Michigan - whew....the town I went to High School in had an Air Force Base.... Big deal when 18-19 year-old airmen were dating the town seniors.. VietNam..just getting started. Cuban Missle Crisis..Scary. Under 12 years...outside all the time - farm, ponies , weeeding the garden.. After that--A,M., readios held to your ear trying to get the good songs. Riots in Detroit - Rumours of Marijuana... My Important years. 16 - 22 spanned the laste 60's early 70's Kennedy - Nixon Agnew, LBJ........................dreams of a better "love"lier world. ah well. - MEL To Andy Day......Hot Dog shows were being shown on Mr. Rogers and in schools in the 70's and 80's ..they were great. Been reading around the site....Having graduated Highschool in'70...I feel --neglected and yet--blamed. Neglected cuz there were so many of us. and blamed for what came to pass from the seeds sown in the '60's. The 70's story says that "free love" started because of the abortion thing and the Pill......It would have started anyway and those things just pushed it faster. It was better than back door abortions. ... I didn't have one....used adoption instead. Too much the 70's were "bad" here. We wanted the best for ourselves...look at the messages we were sent by the media, parents , religion, govt. MIXED!!!! and you expect 16 - 20 years olds to sort that oput? I couldn't have. I grew up porctected in the 60's. chris - MELON

Unfortunately, I was born in the eighties so I don`t know what it`s like to grow up in the sixties...but I try my best to recreate the feeling of this amazing decade now, in the twentieth century. I feel like I was definately born in the wrong decade! I believe today`s television is vulgar and corrupted so I don`t watch it, and I only listen to oldies, especially The Beatles, Small Faces, The Who and Jefferson Airplane. I have sixties hair (straight with a long fringe and ribbon), wear sixties clothes like go-go boots, mini skirts and op-art prints and imitate Twiggy`s make-up look with long, long lashes and pale lips. People think I`m completely crazy, but I don`t mind that at all. I think the biggest problem of today is that people have too much freedom and too much modern technology, which made everybody lose their creativity and inspiration. People don`t bother doing things by themselves anymore,lack respect for everything and rather socialize with machines than human beings. Reading all these memories gave me such a valubale inisight into how much better and simpler life used to be, thank you! I would do anything to have been born forty years earlier so I could have lived through all these things myself, but since it`s impossible to turn back time, all I can do is pretend I live in an age where, at least to me, everything seems so much better. - Sylvia

I recall living in Columbus, Ohio in the early 60s.I loved taking the bus to Lazarus and couldn't wait to get to the 6th floor (toys). I remember 1230 "The new WCOL" on radio. During my time in Columbus there were only 4 TV stations 4, 6, 10 and 34, on Sunday morning we would watch anything on TV even Camera 3. I remember Flippo the clown and Chiller Theater. Jimmy Crum and "How about that!" I remember eating "Jet" bars at the Columbus Jets baseball games. Daily I waited for the arrival of the Mister Softee soft serve Ice Cream truck. In the late 60's I lived in SE Michigan (Adrian), there we had a choice of 11 TV stations! Detroit, Lansing, Windsor and Toledo. We listened to CKLW and 20-20 news; "There was a battle of hot lead on Detroit's east side as the Motor City Murder Meter moved up 2 more notches!" or "Sleeping slithering gas blows a Bloomfield Bungalow to bits!" When the Detroit Tigers were on TV, (George Kell and Larry Osterman) people would actually plan to stay home to watch the ballgame as they were on only 40 or so times a summer. It was always special when a Tiger night game was on! - Thomas E. Bedell

I remember taking rides with my family and stopping at "10 cents all you can drink" cider stands. It was a long way home! - Michele Villagomez

We had a big black and white TV in the basement and every Sunday we watched The Wonderful World of Disney together as a family. My Dad had been a pilot in WWII and his favorite show was Twelve O'clock High. In our neighborhood few of us had air conditioning, or if we did it was from window units. Our house had one room (my parents bedroom) with an air conditioner which in the summer we simply referred to as "the air conditioned room" I still recall the luxurious feeling of lounging in there and reading comic books (Archie, Hot Stuff, Casper, Donald Duck) and playing board games. As a result when the weather was warm most houses in our neighborhood had the front doors wide open and when you went to see your friends you simply stuck your head through the screen door and hollered their name. Our parents never worried about where we were or who we were with because every house had a stay at home Mom who treated all the kids as if they were her own. At night we would play flashlight tag and tell scary stories about the ghosts & monsters in the woods.We didn't know we were living in paradise,no one told us. - Chip

I remember ration coupons during and after the war. We were allowed "butter" but it wasn't butter. Rather, it was lard with a yellow capsule in a bag. You squeezed and squeezed until the capsule mixed with the lard - YUK!! It wasn't so bad if we were allowed dessert once in awhile which was the yellow stuff on bread with brown sugar on it. - Joan Sambrotto

I remember air raid drills, diving under the desk with my hands clasped over my head, wondering how this was going to protect me from the A-Bomb we KNEW the Russians were going to drop on our town because it was a major West Coast military installation. I remember changing the ending of "eeny meeny miney moe" to "catch a tiger by the toe" because a black ("colored") classmate explained to me how the "N" word was hurtful. I remember watching, on our black and white TV, a bunch of little girls being escorted to school by soldiers, and asking my father why...and wondering what "separate but equal" was all about because it seemed very wasteful to have two water fountains when would would do. I remember CARE packages put together by our class for distribution to the soldiers in Korea and putting things like bars of soap and socks in them. I remember the March of Dimes and being afraid of getting polio and classmates who went home sick and never came back. I remember Caryl Chessman, the Boston Strangler, Kitty Genovese, the Kennedys and MLK being killed, the Tate-LaBianca murders, and high school friends dying...against their will...in rice paddies half way around the world. I am a "leading edge" boomer who clearly remembers that, despite all the rose-tinted nostalgia on these pages. (Oh, and we had to lock our doors even in the '50s...they had cops and prisons in those days, too!) - Dawn from San Diego

The high profile, concentrated coverage on aerospace as a news item. Instead of casually mentioning that something may happen today at Cape Kennedy the early '60s networks devoted hours of broadcasting to views of Cape Canavaral that included the countdown of the latest manned space shot. The unmanned shots, before J.F.K.'s lunar landing statement, had not received all the live coverage but had shown putting satellites in orbit were good for really big front page headlines. Also, how many Telstar satellites are up there being used now? Many can recall the 1st one of those that went up during my jr. hi years of the early 60s. Remember when that expansion team down in Dallas called the Cowboys couldn't win a single football game all season? - Bill O'Hare, Jr.

I remember playing with my "Top" like a Yo-Yo the top was a wooden Funnel shaped object that spun when it was thrown to the ground. It used a string wound around it to get it spinning. I still have it. - Stan Scheib Standing outside waiting for the school bus unless it was 0 degrees, then we could stand in the garage, with the door open; in the winter getting the milk from the milk box with the cream risen an inch out of the bottle; Ding Dong School with Miss Francis; watching Today show while getting ready for school; playing Red Rover, Tug of War, Kick the Can, and Cigarette Tag (had to name a different brand every time to be safe); Dimestores with a candy counter and a basement where the toys were; being in the Safety patrol and walking 'little' kids home when I was only 10 myself and then walking to where my mom worked (because my dad had died) every school day; walking over two miles once a week to a little restaurant to buy cigarettes for my aunt (no one questioned me, they knew my aunt); Tv/Radio Mirror, Photoplay, Silver Screen magazines; rafts (now called pontoons)on the lake in the summertime with Santo & Johnny tunes blaring; listening to faraway CKLW or Chicago stations; drinking handmade cherry Cokes or Green Rivers (lime phosphates) at the drugstores; on elevators hearing "1st floor, ladies apparel and notions. Watch your step"; my mom giving my cousin and me $10 to spend all day at the fair and we rode everything, played the games, ate well and still had money left! As a teenager, dancing to the radio in convertibles while going down the drag, Michigan Avenue, in town, no seatbelts back then; and moving into the suburbs in 1966. My mom had to get a key made for the front door. We never had one. - Susie

For many of us children growing up in the 60ís, it was the Leave It To Beaver and Dick and Jane era where children still possessed innocence, and family, church, school and neighbors was the heart of every childís life. I grew up in a typical Catholic neighborhood where most families had five to six children. We didnít have the modern conveniences such as computers, cell phones, VCRís or DVD players of today. We had one rotary black phone with four people on a party line, one black and white TV with 12 rotary channels, and our big stereo which played 33 and 45 sized records. However, I feel our lives were much more enriched by interacting with the children and adults in our neighborhood, church and school. It was a very close neighborhood, and not only did the children play together, the adults socialized together. We kids were welcomed into any home and the parents treated us as their own. We knew to behave our face the wrath of not only those parentís, but also our own. There was no such thing as parents defending their little angels bearing tarnished haloís and yellowed wings. We knew how to create games, and havoc, when we wanted to. There were many a day we played kick ball, badminton or volley ball in our back yards, and hide and seek at night. Our metal roller skates would get a work out on our sidewalks, and our arms never tired swinging those jump ropes. We all belonged to the same swim club, and we rode our bikes until our legs were ready to fall off. Rainy weather didnít stop us from getting together. The winters were filled with snow men, snow forts, snow angels in every yard, along with fox and geese tracks. When the ice arena would freeze over at Robb Park we would hike over there in our skates and take to the ice pretending to be Dorothy Hamel. There was always a bon fire blazing to warm our cold bodies. Another thing we all cherish are the memories of one of our motherís always having a pot of hot cocoa and freshly bakes cookies ready for our return. We would then sit at the table recanting our fun filled day on the ice. We still laugh at the times we used to harass that typical one neighbor who hated kids and would cause us distress at every turn. There were many a night we would ring their door bell and run, along with sending the fleet of taxi companies to their house all at the same time, or a pizza from every delivery pizzeria. Another thing I loved about the era, it was a time where we learned in school. The teachers and our parents made sure of it. While at school, the faculty had full reign over us students, and for the most part, our parents back them up on any disciplinary issues. We knew if we got in trouble at school and were stupid enough to tell our parents, we would be in double trouble when we got home. Just a look at that fierce looking paddle in the teacherís hand made most of us kids tremble and straighten our act up. We didnít have malls when I was a child, but a thriving down town with loads of stores which only stayed opened two nights a week. I loved Christmas shopping, tramping through the snow to the various stores, to purchase our gifts, and seeing Santa in the second story window at Jonesí Hardware. Sunday, there wasnít a store at all opened for shopping as that was considered a family day. Most families started out attending the church of their choice, then off to Grandmotherís house we would go for dinner which was a half an hour drive. Grandpa was still a blacksmith for their small community, and we would spend hours watching him shoe the race horses for the local fairs. I remember during the summer months, all of us neighborhood girls would attend Camp Woodhaven with our Girl Scout troops and have a wonderful time. Once home, we would cook our hot dogs or hamburgers on the buddy burner we made at camp with a candle and coffee can, while our motherís heated our Campbellís soup on the stove. Add a few chips and a piece of fruit and it gave us just enough energy to dream up our next *scathingly brilliant idea* just as Mary and Rachel in the Trouble With Angels. I remember the wonderful supperís my mother would cook for our evening meal. We always had a great cut of meat, potatoes, vegetable and dessert. All prepared by scratch. It was a great era to grow up in, and I donít think there will be another like it. - Karrie Matthews---Ohio

I miss seeing Sky King and the one where they used a dog sled and mushed them throught the snow. I remember when Twinkies went from 12 cents to 13 cents. And Chum bubble gum! Pete and Gladys, Amos and Andy, Our Miss Brooks, Hula hoops, Dippity do, Orange Juice cans for hair rollers, Waiting for the Good humor man. I as and adult now, miss good, nice, clean happy ending television programs that taught you something of moral value,instead of showing who is the best smart aleck or all the dialogue is setting up the next joke or the joke itself. I miss television that reflected my own life. In my own life, I don't think about sex 24/7. In my own life, my kids aren't smarter than me, nor do they talk to me in an endlessly sassy manner. I do like the internet. I do like Leave it to Beaver reruns and I do like President Bush. - Willie Wilson

Christmas in Cleveland was a wonderful time. Going downtown to Higbee's and shopping at "Twigbee's" Tommy the talking tree, and santa. Eating at the golden grille with little pot pies and peas & carrots served in a cardboard stove. Then going to Halle's and seeing Mr. Jingaling (wish i coould remember the song) then off to May Company and "Santavision." The Lights, the displays and the parade then taking the rapid transit home looking at the christmas lights. Being cold and tired coming back to the house. Lying in bed looking at the star on the neighbor's chimney through my window as it snowed. Sledding on real sleds down the steepest hill, not worrying about the dangers. I remeber Christmas pageants and school craft projects the last week of school before Christmas vacation, not worrying if it would offend anyone and being able to say "Merry Christmas" to someone or hearing someone say it to you. Walking the neigborhood pulling the littlest kids on a sled as we looked at the christmas lights on the neighbors home and singing christmas carols off-key as snow lightly fell. And then having watery hot cocoa with marshmallow creme on top. These memories make me remember how it felt to be that happy, safe, secure, loved and wonderful.... Merry Christmas! - Jimmy H

Oh, we remember the song... very well:

Mr. Jing-a-Ling,
How you ting-a-ling,
Keeper of the keys.

On Halle's 7th floor
we'll be looking for
you to turn the keys.

Keeping track of Santa's pack
and treasure house of toys.
Wind up things that Santa brings
to all the little girls and boys.

Mr. Jing-a-Ling
How you ting-a-ling
keeper of the keys.

Don't you dare be late
for we have a date
on Halle's 7th floor.

-- hmc

When I was a kid, one working parent could afford a nice home and support a few kids plus the all-important homemaker (and received a pension to boot). I think having one parent always at home allowed neighbor interaction, and thereby, safety and freedom for the kids. Thankfully, we had sidewalks (today, fewer and fewer suburbs have sidewalks). Sidewalks allowed us to have races around the block, on foot, skates, or bikes without worrying about street traffic. The main games were kick-the-can, tag football, or simply "war" - any toy gun or well-carved tree branch was deadly when one used the honor system, and a couple of pine cone grenades could take out an entire enemy bunker. Trees were made for lookout posts and we knew the back fences of the 15 houses on the block like the backs of our hands. On summer nights we stayed in tents in our backyard telling jokes or trading football cards until it was dark enough to raid the neighborhood's gardens. In winter, there wasn't a hill slope long enough to satisfy my Flexible Flyer sled. Bananna seats and sissy bars were par for the course, but speedometers or generator-powered lights were top class. I became a paper boy, and walking a 17-block route provided such unheard of wealth that I could save enough to buy a 10-speed in only 2 years. I walked to school until 7th grade, then I had to ride the bus - but it was a city bus, and I could use my student bus pass to ride anywhere, anytime, any day of the week - Oh! the freedom! I remember: Mr. Bubble bubble bath, statue maker, reel-to-reel tapes, skate keys, Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom, vacuum tubes, Dum-Dums from bank tellers, homemade valentines, marbles (steelies, hundreds, half-pints, peerys, dinkys), butterfly yo-yos, Romper Room, wax lips, cut-off shorts, Horlick's malted milk tablets, smoke bombs, crystal radio sets, Mr. Green Jeans, the school principal's paddle, Crackerjack toys, air-raid/tornado sirens, pogo-sticks, Stuckey's, and then there were those pink chewable tablets that detected the plaque on one's teeth :) - Joe of Wisconsin

My memories of the 50's and 60's are growing up in Eastern Pennsylvania. Winkie-Dink was especially fun with his plastic screen...The black cat "Midnight" saying..."Niiiiice." The Little Rascals...Spanky, Alfalfa, Darla. Fury, Howdy Doody, Roy Rogers, Dale, and Nellie-Belle. Playing outside with neighborhood kids until dark. Riding in my Dad's old truck "Doodle-bug" in our field with the rest of the kids. Home made Easter eggs for Sunday School. My Pappy's chocolate coconut candies in the "shanty." Sledding all day and half the night and going directly to the cellar by the coal furnace to take off wet clothes and warm up. Picking water cress at the Mine Spring for my Meme to make hot salad dressing for. Definitely a wonderful time to be a kid. - Bonnie Galloway

My memories of growing up in so.calif. are priceless, being a teener in the 60's was safe and fun. My girlfriends and I would hitch hike to the beach without any fears and if we could get a ride in a "woodie," we thought we were in heaven. We would look for surfers to pick up at the beach and hopefully get invited to a beach beer party! In those days there were no sunblock, we wanted all the rays we could get to get that glorious summer tan. So we would slather ourselves in baby oil and "broil " in the sun for hours. In those days there were no boob jobs and most of us were pretty "flat." So, to look balanced and big in our 2 piece bikinis we would stuff our top with nylons!!!!!!!!! I always got caught too, those were the carefree days of summer in so. calif. Linda Felis

Things I fondly recall in my small town years of the 60s and 70s... working as a teenager in farm fields detassling corn and "walking the beans." I'd ride my bike in the cool, summer dawn darkness to get downtown in time to catch the bus, my water jug and paper lunch sack on the handlebars. I recall how cold it was on that first trek up the rows, dewy mud caking my shoes and how, in about an hour, the sun would dry everything, making it hot and dry. Best part? That big $300 check at the end of summer. County fair time... cash for a new bike, and plenty of money for comic books, Aurora monster models (airplane models too) and lots and lots of Coke and RC cola. Other stuff... climbing every tree in sight... watching Rat Patrol and endless movies at the Princess Theatre. Radical stuff like "Easy Rider", "Let It Be" and mainstream movies like "The Cowboys" (I couldn't believe John Wayne got his butt kicked!) "Poseidon Adventure" and "The House That Dripped Blood." The 50 cent matinee was great, it left me a quarter for a paper cup of cherry coke and a box of red hots that I could use for a whistle in the darkened theatre. Endless summer bike rides out of town with my friends, solo rides about town to the fairgrounds, waiting for the fair. Minibike rides with my friends, glasses in boxes of detergent, NFL stickers at the gas station as premiums (I only ever got Vikings, Chiefs and Dolphins!) Electric football with my neighborhood friends, I was always the Steelers. Kid golf with a plastic whiffle bat and ball... I was always Arnold Palmer! Between the house baseball. Hit the cement base, it's a single, siding, a double, roof a triple, over the house a homer. Four square, using the tar as our lines. Friday night football games that we'd always lose, but that was okay. Popcorn. Always popcorn. At the movies, at basketball games... a habit I still retain. Elvis songs were always there. Elvis was like Santa. ABC's Monday Night Movie, "Fun In Acapulco!" My brother's Bridgestone motorcycle. I'll stop now. There's just too much to remember fondly! - Mark Spangler

i have recently become interesting in the sixties and was wondering if you guys would tell me your stories, especially if you were a teenage girl in the early sixties. i want to know general fact, such as what you did on holidays, who you hanged with and how you really viewed your parents and teachers. - B Driscoll

Response: Wander around BBHQ. That's what we're all about. - hmc

fairchild mocassins, all the surfers at no. hollywood high got them made on victory blvd off lankersheim. rough out (suede) was cooler, but couldn't be cleaned. he seems to have gone out of business, i'd give anything for a pair to have copied, even a photo of a pair. they epitomized life if the early sixties for me. - mike loya

Growing up on the west side of Indianapolis, I remember getting my first radio for my bedroom and listening to WIFE. Went to sleep many nights listening to the great songs of the 60's and at midnight hearing them change DJ's by saying, "Good night Fernanda Waltmiller wherever you are." I loved (and still do) all the Andy Griffith shows. Can't forget Dobie Gillis and Maynard G. Krepps.... WORK! Stealing ice from the Milkman when he made his rounds. Remember dad breaking down and buying our first sporty car, a 1967 Ford Mustang ---- What a car! Thinking of cars--- Car 54, Where are you? or My Mother the Car. So many memories, most of the other contributors have hit on many but not all. Yes they were great times. Times I do miss but not to live in the past. - Bernie

Does anyone remember playing games on your front stoop with all the kids in your neiborhood? There was one game called Time, I think. Does anyone remember this game and how to play it? I want to teach my kids. - Laura

I remember Ms. Simkins from Kindegarten, sitting on the stoop on summer evenings talking to neighbors when they passed by. I remember handball in the schoolyard at PS 202, pretzels with a big bowl of mustard to dip them in. I remember fresh lemon ices outside the movie theatre on Pitkin Avenue, movies for a quarter and pizza and a drink for a quarter. I remember roller skating at Park Circle, and Empire and wonder where all the wonderful friends are from the 1960s. I remember Burt making homemade creamed herring at the corner grocery store on Hegeman and Atkins Avenue. I remember looking forward to going to high school and being "grown up." Well I guess we all grew up, and now we all yearn for the "good old days," just like our parents did. They were days of innocence and simple pleasures. Old friends, email me at wakunkel@embarqmail.com if you have the same memories. Rockaway Beach Playland, the New Lots IRT Line and the Knish man. - Arline Kunkel (Schumacher)

I remember when we got our first color TV set for Christmas--late 60s or early 70s. - skp

A born shopper, I loved dime stores! They were full of treasures: 10 cent figurines made in Japan, Tangee lipstick, Evening in Paris perfume, and Cracker Jacks w/REAL prizes, and other toys deemed much too "dangerous" to be allowed on the market in today's cautious world! How did any of us ever grow-up w/out all the "consumer protection" going on today?! Sometimes less truly is more. The Avon lady had tiny tubes of lipstick samples. My great grandmother read "True Detective" magazine and repeated all the gory details...when murders were rare enough to actually be frightning. Fans in church wore paper heads of Jesus with ads from the funeral home on the back. By the way, the funeral home hearses doubled as the ambulances. from Gypsy: a Florida swamp girl - Gypsy Alderman

I just remember from about age 7 riding my bike down country roads for several miles out of site and taking a thermos with me of cold water and picking wild flowers and finding wollybears and playing with them and feeling safe and secure being outside in the country farmlands. And on our weekly trips into town, it used to be a real treat to shop at Woolworth with Mom and sit at the counter and have an ice cream soda on the way out. - June Habib

I remember the "culture-changing" events of the 1960s being John Kennedy's assassination and the landing on the moon. Everyone will remember where they were when these two events occurred. Everyone will feel that pit in their stomachs as they learned about the Kennedy assassination and recall that natural high they experienced from watching man walk on the moon for the first time. Those two evetns molded us together by asking, "How could this have happened?" and "Look what we achieved by putting our minds, hearts, and wilpower behind this."-- Jerry Koncel

I was born in Cincinnati in 1962. I never thought of myself as a Baby Boomer. Even our teachers told us we were part of the "Baby Bust" generation. Somehow we've been tacked on. My dad built a red brick ranch house in a brand new working-class subdivision about 1965. We grew up outside -- summer and winter. In the summer, we went out right after breakfast -- we ate Frankenberry, Count Chocula, Sweet Pebbles ("If you put Sweet Pebbles in your mouth, you'll never have rocks in your head."), Super Sugar Crisp and Sugar Frosted Flakes ("They're Grrrrreat!") cereal - and didn't come in until we were called home for dinner. We roamed from house to house playing in all the kids' backyards. Some had swing sets and sandboxes. A couple had swimming pools and one had a cute little playhouse. The boys played with Matchbox and Hot Wheel cars, complete with an orange plastic strip track, and SSPs. The girls played with paper dolls, Barbie dolls (Midge and Skipper too) Chrissy -- who had red hair that could be long or short - and Crumpet, who drank tea. My mom made my Barbie's clothes. We also rode bikes -- some of the boys had them with banana seats and sissy bars -- roller skated with metal skates that strapped to your shoes, and walked to Baker's Store for penny candy. Mr. Baker kept dozens of kinds of penny candy behind the counter (my favorite was Sixlets) and allowed one kid at a time back there to pick out what he or she wanted. There was a vacant lot a few doors down from our house. I used to pick Queen Anne's lace and Shasta daisies there. (I plucked the white petals off the flowers and chanted, "He loves me. He loves me not.") We used to call it the grasshopper field because the things would jump out of the tall grass and cling to your legs as you walked past. It was a good place to find empty pop bottles. We'd scavange for bottles to take to Baker's Store. One bottle would get you a Nestl''s Triple Decker Bar (I loved them. I can still remember the chocolate melting on my fingers) or 10 pieces of penny candy. If you had 15 cents you could get a pop or a comic book instead. We loved to drink Faygo red pop. Once, my neighbor, Mandy Matheson, had a whole dollar. We went to Baker's and bought 100 pieces of penny candy -- a brown bag full -- and spent all afternoon lolling on the swings and eating it. During those summers, a neighbor or two had a carnival for Muscular Dystrophy in their front yards. In the winter we built snowmen and snow forts and had snowball fights. Weí' go in the house just long enough to warm our frozen fingers and toes then put our wet stuff on and go back outside. On Halloween we all went trick-or-treating together after dark without parents. We wore homemade costumes. One year I dressed as a hippie with my mom's long brown "fall." Another year my mother made me a clown costume from a bedsheet. We carried pillow cases for the candy instead of a plastic bag. After school I'd go to the basement to do my homework while watching TV. We had three VHF channels and two UHF channels. There were two round dials to change channels -- no remote control. I watched Larry Smith's puppets, Speed Racer, Flintstones. In the evening, I fell asleep on the couch while my father watched Dragnet and Combat. I loved the Partridge Family and the Brady Bunch -- I was the same age as Cindy -- but my parents rarely let me watch them. I also liked Lost in Space, Batman and Sonny & Cher. Sometimes my parents took us to the drive-in. We saw "Song of the South," "Poseiden Adventure," "Jungle Book" and "101 Dalmatians." We kids would go in our pajamas. My mother went to beauty school and gave me a pixie cut when I was in first grade. In the fourth grade she cut it into a shag. I went to a neighborhood public school and we walked. We had a dress code. Boys had to wear shirts with a collar and their hair couldn't touch the collar. Girls had to wear dresses, but in the winter we were allowed to wear pantsuits as long as the top and bottom matched. No jeans. My second grade teacher -- Miss Barton -- had a bell-shaped hairdo. My fourth-grade teacher -- Mrs. Parrott -- wore hers piled high atop her head. The playground was segregated by gender. There was a double line down the middle -- girls on one side, boys on the other. We girls played hopscotch and jumped rope. The boys played tag. Sometimes we'd hang out at the line and push each other across. I was a Bluebird, then a Campfire Girl. In the fifth grade we listened to Cher's "Dark Lady," Terry Jacks' "Seasons in the Sun," and Bo Donaldson's "Billy Don't Be a Hero." I remember the first moon landing. My uncle gave me a book called "We Came in Peace." I remember looking at the paper when George Wallace was shot and wondering why anyone would run for president since he would be shot. I remember the day Richard Nixon left Washington. - Rebecca

Reading Sharyn's post brought back more memories. Mr. Softee trucks (Ding. Ding. Ding.) Lining up for soft serve ice cream. Sometimes Dad would get a banana split and share it with me. Drinking red Kool-Aid and eating cookies at backyard Camp Fire Girl meetings. I too remember those metal cups. Anybody remember "Pink Panther Flakes"? I also had a Hoola-Hoop. One day I left it in the yard near the trash cans and the garbage collector took it away. I pouted and complained but my mother scolded me for leaving it in the yard. Yo-yos - Around the World and Walk the Dog. Buddies - cheap gym shoes that everyone wore. ("Buddies, they make your feet feel fine. Buddies, they cost a dollar ninety-nine.") We had a dull gray metal milk box on the front stoop. My first record albums were The Jackson Five and The Osmonds. I remember having the flu and listening to them over and over in bed when I was in the fifth or sixth grade. I had the chicken pox at about age 7 and there was a TV commercial for Armour hot dogs that included a jingle that went, "What kind of kids eat Armour hot dogs? Fat kids, skinny kids, kids that climb on rocks, tough kids, sissy kids - even kids with chicken pox!" Phonics. The Monkees ("Here we come, walking down the street.") We learned to read with Dick, Jane, Sally, Timmy, Pam, Penny, Spot and Puff. My mom got me a subscription to the Weekly Reader Book Club and I got all of the Dr. Seuss books. (My favorites were "Hop on Pop" and "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.) Also "Be Nice to Spiders" and "Harry the Dirty Dog." When I was really small I had a dress with a wooden hoop in the hem that made it stand out like a bell. Remember plastic head bands? At one time all I wanted in the world was to have long, straight hair. Mine was wavy. In high school I wore cowell neck sweaters, stick pins, bell bottoms and earth shoes. I also had platform shoes. Mood rings. When I was in the sixth grade my mother pierced my ears with self-piercing earrings - anybody remember those? You put them on the ear lobes and pinched them every day until they bore holes in your ears. It hurt a lot and my ear lobes were bright red. But the only other way was to use a needle. We never heard of those ear-piercing places at the mall. Wow! What fun to take this trip down memory lane. - Rebecca Goodman

Long Island NY in the 50s! What a place to live. My father always wanted to move back to Brooklyn,which we visited frequently to see Grandma and Grandpa, my mother's parents. We were simply amazed that you had to park sometimes a block from their apartment house. We used to drink Coke from a 6.5 ounce bottle that seemed to be as heavy either full or empty. Pepsi had a full 12 ounces which we loved, then there was 7up with 7 ounces. The ad read 'You like it..it likes you'. A large bottle of soda was sometimes just twenty cents but Cott soda, a step up was always a quarter. Penny candy, taffy, which we put in the refrigerator, Kits, Bazooka gum and more and more all added to our enjoyment of selecting just the right candy to fit our meager budgets. Our '41 Olds was huge and you couldn't see both fenders even sitting in the front seat, so someone invented a little antenna like thing you'd stick on the right side, making parking a little easier,as did those 'curb feelers'. We always walked to school but always prayed for snow days, enabling us to stay home and build a snow fort in front of the house. Summer nights saw us playing ball in the street. Traffic? One car an hour! We'd also fly our ten cents balsa wood gliders all the time, then prayed for some wind when they got stuck in the trees. Safety? It was all around us. We could walk around at any hour of any day of any week and didn't even think of the word, since crime was basically something that happened on television. Bikes left out, cars unlocked and most times a skeleton key opened your house! On tv we watched Sea Hunt, Riley, Ozzie and Harriet, the 4 pm western movie, Junior Frolics. Good old days. - Carl S

Hi, I remember Helm's bakery in Little Rock as well. My Grandmother, Marie Helm began that bakery from her kitchen to support her children when my grandfather left. It grew to be quite a place. It was on 33rd Street in Little Rock. I also remember the black people having to sit at the back of the bus and the white folks having to sit at the front of the bus. I remember riding with my Mother and a friend. I We sat right on the line so my friend and I could hold hands while riding the bus. Lots of memories. We moved out of state when I was young. - Kristen Miller

I grew up in Ft.lauderdale, I remember getting 25 cents in the summer to go to the movies, it was 10 cents to get in, a nickel for pop. 5 cents for popcorn, and we even got to keep a nickel for the candy store. We camped in the backyard, all us kids would float on tubes in the pool at night because we didn't have a.c. I even remember Mom & Dad joining in with all us kids, its when a family always did stuff together.. I never smarted off. I'd get the soap routine. We would go down to the beach, and stay all hours walking on the shoreline. Heck I remember waving to the police as they drove by. 5 cent newspapers, 26 cents for a gallon of gas. go everywhere in your car for a buck. Drive-Ins were everywhere in south Fl. We'd pile a load of kids in the trunk, just to get in a little cheaper. Hamburgers @ McDonalds were a dime. I used to ride my bike to school everyday. Grammar was about 2 miles and Jr. high and high school were about 4 1/2 miles. I remember all the simple things and easy ways of my childhood and still dream of them....J.R. - Joel R.

I remember, back in the late 60's, going to the corner store and buying a small sackful of penny candies for 25 cents. Also the Nehru jackets and shirts--I had a shirt that came with a medallion and I thought I was oh so cool. And the day of the first moon landing--it just happened to be my Dad's birthday; he thought it was so nice that they picked his birthday to land on the moon! - Bonnie

I grew up in Bronx, NY, after reading a few of these pages it seems like it didn't matter where you grew up back then. Most of us watched the same TV shows, played outside until dark and had very few toys but made the most of our lives. We felt safer outside and had a ball with our friends. Money, what little most of us had, went further. Teachers and neighborhood folks smacked your behind and sent you home where your parents did the same thing. No one sued anyone. Kids had respect for adults. As a kid growing up in the late 50's early 60's I had so little but had so much fun. Where did all this go. How can kids today have so much yet enjoy life so little? - Barb Rustin

I remember the day JFK was shot. I was in the 6th grade in a progressive school in GA. We had a new thing in our school: in-house TV! The fifth grade was watching the parade on the TV in their room across the hall. It was raining that day and we could not go outside for recess so the teacher had allowed us to play records on the record player. A Beatles song was playing..the teacher walked in the door and said "Turn off the record player ..the president has just been shot!" And we all ran across the hall to watch the events on TV. - Marie

I grew up in a small town in Texas. When I was in the 2nd grade the school system was intergrated. I remember telling my mother there was a black boy sitting next to me in class. She said "That's nice what's his name." I said I didn't know and I'll never forget the smile and question. "Why not?" The next day I went up to him and said "My name is Dick, What's your name?" He said "Matthew." We became best friends and are to this date. He was the quarterback of our highschool football team. We went out of town for one of our games. When we went into a restaurant for our pregame meal the owner asked out coach to have Matthew and our other black players eat in the kitchen. Our coach was furious. I never saw him that mad. He turned over the table and used curse words most of us never heard before. I bet that manager never had the nerve to make such an absurd request again. We had Pizza for our pregame meal that night and all agreed that our coach was the greatest man to ever walk the face of the earth. I miss the Satuday afternoon matinees with Bud Abbott and Lou Costillo, Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis, and The Lone Ranger serials. I miss the New York Yankees on T.V. with Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris broadcast by Pee Wee Reese and Disey Dean (It ain't over till its over). I miss going to the Friday and Satuday night dances with my girlfriend (present wife) and dancing to the likes of Ray Price, Johnny Bush, Wille Nelson, and Hank Thompson. I miss the excitement of the music of Elvis and The Beetles. When I was a kid I remember watching the ducks and geese migrate every spring and fall. The skies would be black with flocks for days and days. - Richard

Bob's drive-in. The line went down Van Nuys "the boulevard" for blocks. Hot cars and hotter car hops. Roll your window up a little for the tray. The Sepulveda Drive-in was just around the corner and charged $.50 a car load. And we still hid kids in the trunk. The Essexs and the Ladds. Clubs, cars and the boulevard, and Jan Blaine. The best it ever was. - Don

I remember playing Croquet in the yard in the evenings after the supper dishes were done. Jamming on the piano with my brother on the guitar, listening to Hank Snow, Hank Williams, Brenda Lee, and others from the Grand Ole Oprey. On Saturday nights we would gather around the radio and listen to WWVA, Wheeling, West Virginia. I fell asleep to bluegrass gospel music. It was like a sleeping pill to me, and very, very calming. My Daddy would sit in the rocking chair and read the Bible in the evenings, relating his "finds" to my mother. I remember snacks before bed that were composed of an apple, butter bread dipped in hot cocoa, milk and graham crackers, of if mom baked recently, which she often did, fresh cookies and milk or one of her famous pies. During canning season we had lots of fresh jelly to spread on bread. My mother wore her bib apron and her high heel shoes. A real lady. We don't have many ladies anymore. Now women look more like men. She tucked me into bed and kissed my cheek, and made me to feel that everything was going to be alright. Oh, the comfort of the early 50's. - Sue Brady

The stars and clouds at the oriental theatre and stick ball - Seth Ruback.

I remember playing soccer with my buddies every monday after school. We only had one goal so we had to make the other one out of whatever we could find. You just don't see kids playing like that anymore. - Jay

I remember the Supremes & Janis Joplin belting out Me & Bobby Mcgee. The drive-in watching Easy Rider. Ice cold cokes in glass bottles. Mary Quaint make-up. Vietnam stealing my love. - Gail----Smalltown Va.

The sixties were the Best years of our life for boomers. I remember roller skates with keys to size to your foot. I would play dolls outside and not be bullied. We would make tents out of blankets by hanging from the closeline. My freshman year British "yardley" slicker lipstick (great commercials) in white was big. We really cared how we looked at all times, our hair was combed and clothes pressed. I was a senior before girls could wear slacks to school. Our outfits matched with button down oxford shirts. No tank tops or bra straps showing and no hanging out of tops. Bobby Brook's was my favorite womens clothing brand. My parent bowled on a league twice a week and on Friday nights would give us each a quarter to go to the candy store. We walked to the local gracery almost every day to get something my mom did not have to make dinner even if it was just bread. In high school I loved Spaulding penny loafers! I wish I could find them today. Our school had pride and spirit and you could have bone fires, burn your opponents mascot, and everyone would cheer and sing the school fight song (and knew the words). It's sad to see how it has changed. My mom always had us babysit the neighborhood kids so their parents could have a night out. Our TV violence was Gunsmoke, Death Valley, Ed Sullivan, Red Skelton, and the wonderful world of Disney. - Karen Cole

Remember the Twist? Now that upset some parents! If you did something wrong, your parents would know about it before you got home.. There was no such thing as a child protection agency, that was your parents job! And might I add they did a great job.. Dang, those were the GOOD OLE DAYS - Pat - Indiana

When I was in junior high (Walter Reed in North Hollywood, CA) all the hip kids wore Fairchild's moccasins. I wanted a pair SO badly, but I could never scrape up enough money on my own. My parents wouldn't buy me a pair of those "hippie" boots so I didn't get them. Some years later I met a girl (that would later become my wife) and after we had been dating for a while I revealed my old desire. As a gift she agreed to buy me a pair. I went to Fairchild's shop and was fitted for the moccasins. I was told to return in a couple of weeks and they should be done. Well, I returned and the shop was closed. All the equipment and inventory seemed to be there but the shop never seemed to be open. I called and went by there for weeks, nothing. Finally after I had almost given up hope, low and behold the shop was open! My girl friend happened to be with me at the time. As I entered the shop I noticed a pair of moccasins behind the glass counter, the style and size of them made me sure they were mine. I went up to the man behind the counter and started to point at moccasins in the glass case, "I was kind of hoping that you wouldn't be coming back," he said before I even finished. "Pardon me?" I said. The man turned out to be the son of the famous moccasin maker. It also turned out that the senior Fairchild was in the process of completing my moccasins when he passed away. I sucked up my courage and offered to leave the moccasins with him but thankfully he declined. He said his father knew how very much those shoes meant to me and told me to never forget that they were the last of a line and the last of an era. I never could, I still have them and still wear them. They are very important to me and I feel privileged to be the owner of the last pair of original Fairchild moccasins. - Chris Lewis

I'll never forget a day in my first grade class, in a public school, in upstate NY. It was late fall. I don't remember how our teacher found out, but she stopped what she was teaching, told us the president was very sick, and asked to silently pray for him. A little later on, we were told he had been shot, and died. Well, I was upset, because we would read about President Kennedy in our Weekly Readers. I recall my parents admired him, too. So, when I got home from school that day, my mother was crying. The following Monday, school was cancelled, because of the President's funeral. My mom watched it with our landlord's wife, as we didn't have a TV set at that time. I didn't dare get in trouble in school, because if my dad found out, I'd get it all over again! After school, we'd play backyard basebell, combat, kick the can, hide and go seek. Indoor toys included View Master, tinker toys, lincoln logs, and a pre-Lego plastic brick set that came in a cardboard can. We would build forts in the summer time, and hang out there. We were to come in when the street lights came on. Before we got a TV, we'd watch shows at my grandmother's house, like Death Valley Days, The Jackie Gleason Show, and Gun Smoke. I don't recall my folks having to worry about what was on. I had a used ballon tired coaster brake bicycle, which I would ride all over the our village. Sometimes, in the summer, I would pack a lunch, and just spend the whole day riding around. From the vantage point of 2009, my early childhood in the early 60s seems remarkably innocent. - Rick

I remember when all we had was AM radio. Our local radio station, KZZN, only played country music and "Easy-Listening" music. The only thing that saved us was the fact that at night we could tune in KOMA out of Oklahoma City and listen to the Wolfman Jack show. Man, that was a long time ago... - Bob Armistead

So many memories but, in 1955 I went on a tour with Elvis and his parents to Helena Arkansas. It was in a school gym. Elvis's clothes were torn off and we could not drive because the girls would not get off the car. So much to say.... - Janice Palanca

I remember the train ride in the toy department at the "Fair Department Store" in Chicago. I also remember the Mono Rail train ride in the toy department of Sears on State Street in Chicago. The Mono Rail hung from the ceiling and snaked back and forth over the entire toy department. Probably cost 10 cents in 1950 to ride the trains in the toy departments. After the train rides I used to check out the Lionel toy train layouts and plead with my father to purchase one. When summer came around I went to Riverview and rode the Bobs Roller Coaster. Everything I just talked about is now gone. - Bob DuBois

I remember the coal delivery by slide into the cellar & playing in the coal bin. Going down into the scary cellar to shake down the furnace & shovel the ashes into the metal barrel. Playing ball with a pimple or pink ball on Gleason St or trying to get some kids to walk to Franklin Field to play baseball. Going by the T into Boston through Egleston or Dudley station & stopping at White Tower in Park Sq for burgers & coffee before going to Marge & Roys record store. The Thatcher Farms milk delivery trucks...the driver would let us ride for a block or two. There was a knife sharpener who came around the neighborhoods in a strange looking vehicle that had a grinding wheel in it. Watching Major Mudd after school or Big Brother Bob Emery.

Visting the WVDA studios in the Bradford Hotel for the Joe Smith show. Joe Smith later became president of Capitol Records. And of course, watching the Friday night fights sponsored by Gillette with my father. - David Aiken

What fun we had with hoola hoops. No directions how to use, just make up stuff. Oh my, no batteries either. - Wayne Norris

It's about time SOMEONE remembered Orchard Lake. My parents and grandparents bought a house there in 1957, when I was 4., so we actally lived in Orchard Lake Park, up on the hill. You could see people on the horse trail from Clove Acres at the end of the block (dirt road). We used to take the "short cut" to get down to the casino. I remember my brother got to see Psycho, the movie in the casino...I was too young. My friends and I used to catch tadpoles, minnows and crayfish in the little creek. How about when they built that horrible pool? I also remember all watching the moonwalk together on the black and white TV, and seeing the traffic jams on the road in town because of Woodstock. - Ellen Masher

I grew up in Lindenhurst, Long Island in the 50s and 60s. The things that I remember most are Little League Baseball, Little Conference Football, playing in the woods a few lots over from my house directly on Montauk Highway across from the A&W Rootbeer stand. We used to "smoke cigarettes" while in the woods, what did we know then...it was coool. Playing in rock bands that never made any money, but we had a ball. Dancing till the weeee hours of the night, (or at least we thought so), in the Hullaballoo Club in either Amityville or Copiague. The Hassles (with Billy Joel before he became famous), Vanilla Fudge and all of the popular Long Island groups played there. I think the admittance fee was $2.00 per person. Strictly a teen club with no alcohol sold, (doesn't mean there wasn't any there). Playing Stickball and Stoopball, Johnny on the Pony. Having Bazaars, Lemonade stands. My first kiss with Joy Behrens. Oh the memories could go on and on. What a wonderful time to have grown up on Long Island. And lets not forget the fishing and crabbing!!! - Steve

I was Googling the net to see what I could find about about Fairchild's moccasins and I found the post by Chis Lewis. I was one of the "hip kids' that wore them in high school. I graduated in 1966 from James Monroe HS which was in the North central San Fernando Valley of the L.A. area. North Hollywood was more like the South East Valley over towards Burbank. The Fairchilds shop was n Victory boulevard in North Hollywood just East of Laurel Canyon. My younger got a pair of the knee-high pull-on (Not lace-up) Fairchild's around 1967-68 and it was a couple of years after that I went in there to see about getting another pair (my third) and talked to the son who was in the process of closing the shop right ariound the same time Mr. Lewis was able to pick up the last pair. --what a treasure! I remember having the old man measure my feet and I remember how yellow the leather looked when it was new, and then it quickly turned into that beautiful buckskin colour. They really were the hip thing to wear especially for me since I cut school a lot & hung out with people who were either artists or musicians and some of my friends hung around Frank Zappa and Jim Morrison that whole crowd in Laurel Canyon and others moved to England and one of the guys I went to high school with worked for Black Sabbath and Led Zep. Some one else I knew became a promoter and another friend did stage lighting for rock concerts in the mid-70's and I worked with him for a while. I also spent a lot of time in Topanga Canyon and Malibu I was a real free spirit until I got drafted and my life went in a whole other direction, but after I got out of the military I moved back to LA and became a Bohemian again until I got tired of being a starving artist and started doing construction work to support myself for he next 30 years, and now I'm back to being an artist again but self-supporting this time around. The saying popularized by Robin Williams is that if you can remember the sixties you couldn't have actually been there. But I guess I didn't do all THAT many drugs, so I can remember everything about the sixties very well that made it such an incredible time and state of mind. Someone once observed that a decade doesn't define itself until Mid-Decade. The sixties as most people think of that time, was really that period of time between '65 and '75. The early sixties was more like an extension of the '50's, a time of innocence. But in November of 63, all that changed when JFK was shot. - Ron Jones

Mom always knew what kind of bath I had by how big the ring around the tub was. Back then we walked on SIDEWALKS, not someone's yard and definitely not the streets! I wish I could re-live those days again... - jilm2

I remember mood rings and record players. We bought it outside and played 45's all day long,making up skits for the songs. We never went in the house, unless we were called in. I remember the penny candy store and glass bottles of "tonic" or soda if you weren't from Boston, and sneaking into to balcony of the movie theater during intermission when we saw 2 movies for the price of 1 with a cartoon in the middle. Riding my bike wherever I wanted with my friends-my favorite. - Michele

OMG Love this site. I now live in a retirement village so we talk about this stuff all the time. Peggy really brought back memories with her "nurses Cap" memory. Wish they still had them! Patty K and Carolyn saved me from the loony bin. Of the 200 residents here NO ONE but me remembered Petty Pants and Nifty Notebooks (jingle....Take Nifty to School with you boop boop) Hey does anyone remember Sunday nights... "the Blue Fairy"? Toni in Chgo - Toni Averbeck

We summered in Orchard Lake Lodge from 1958 till we bought one of the "homes on the hill" around 1970. When I was 10 or so, around 1958 my cousin Judy and I formed the Judy Git day camp. Each morning we would get on the microphone and call the kids to come to camp. For .25 they'd play and have snacks. I remember movie nights. We would set our hair in big rollers, as if it made a difference. I remember making lots of friends and learning new dance steps. We came from the Bronx and Monroe seemed light years away. Only 12 or so weeks, but a lifetime. I remember my father playing poker each weekend. My mother playing mahjongg. The old "pool" really just a sectioned off part of the man-made lake. Later they built a real pool and closed off the old one. The best time of my life is not an exaggeration. As I grew older I remember listening to Barbra Streisand at the pool. Swimming, playing ball, making out, listening to Teen Angel at the casino - what great memories!!!! - Barbara Wyman

I remember the Nifty Notebooks, and I've tried to get one, or have at least someone remember them but nobody seems to remember them. We used to have 3 or 4 in my household. They were very cool indeed, cooler than anything there is now. Does anybody remember who made them? Was it Hasbro, Mead or Scripto? I want one! - Maria Carbonell

I grew up in Jersey City back in the fifties, Joe's candy store, Merrill's ice cream parlor, Gabe's clam bar, great times in downtown JC. The Palace, we used to call it the itch, Allen Freed, going to the Brooklyn Fox to the rock & roll shows my friends, Mike Scerbo, Frankie Martorano, Billy MacDonald, Theresa Shanahan and the Village Boys anyone out there who remembers? - Tom Moran

I remember a lot! first there was the Bronx. Aah what great days. I was one of the Bush Street Belles. Rhat's right, we named outselves the Bush Street Belles. We were about 13 at the time. The year was 1961. We "hung out" on the corner of Bush Street. Had my first cigarette and first real kiss on Bush Street. When we turned 16 all the girls decided we were too old to hang out and if the boys wanted us they could call. Well - that was the end of Bush Street. But on Walton Avenue we played stick ball. My friend's sister Shelley could hit 2 manhole covers. that meant she was great! We'd go around the corner to Burnside Avenue and for .25 get a slice and a coke. There was Blum's bakery and the Garden Bakery. Then there were summers in Monroe at Orchard Lake Lodge. What freedom!!! We'd swim in the man-made lake while out father's played poker from sunrise to sundown and our mother's played mahjongg. My cousin Judy and I would have the greatest times. The casino on Tues and Thurs nights had movies. We'd put rollers in our hair and put on kerchiefs to watch the movies. As if our hair looked better the next day! We always stayed on the "premises." At 13 or 14 I met Peter from an adjoining colony who bought me an ankle bracelet. As If I was going anywhere!!!! We played ball and swam and listened to the juke box in the casino playing Johnny Angel. Those were definitely the best days of my life. Made great friends. I'm thinking of taking my grandchildren up to Monroe this summer to another colony that's still in existence. Want them to experience what I did. - Barbara wyman

I remember how exciting Friday nights were: the Brady Bunch followed by the Partridge Family. I'd go to my neighbor's house and sit with three kids in their parents' bedroom watching the shows. I loved Laurie Partridge. (Laurie was a popular name back then.) I loved Cindy Brady and her lisp, but most of all, I loved Jan Brady's long hair and glasses. I loved the Bradys so much because I was a lonely kid with three older siblings who were flirting with hippiedom, lost in their own worlds. Both my parents worked. When I watched the Bradys and the Partridges, loneliness melted away. - Kate King

I remember the 1950s and 1960s rock music shows, not just AMERICAN BANDSTAND, but also SHINDIG, WHERE THE ACTION IS, and THE LLOYD THAXTON SHOW. Lloyd Thaxton did a lot of lip-syncing. Kids could win an album for lip-syncing a song. Around 1961, there was a folk music show called HOOTENANNY. - Joel Bjorling

I remember in the 50s, our neighborhood was of 7 families, there were approximately nine kids total. We would slide down the hills in the winter and our fathers would plow off the snow from a pond near by so we all could skate. They also would build a big bomd fire to keep us warm. We skated until ten almost every night. The mothers took turns making hot chocolate and something warm to eat afterward. It was great fun and no-one every got hurt. In the city there was a park that was frozen over for skaters. We went there at times also. There was a warming house with a big wood stove and a man there at all times to keep us warm. I don't know how our feet became so cold because of all the yarn on them from the big pompons we made to make our skates look pretty. I really miss those times. - LARETA DISCHLER

I played little league baseball in Lindehurst, Long Island, I pitched 8 no-hit games I played in a world series game between North Lindenhurst agaist south Lindenhurst. I pitched 3 1-hit ball games, all shutouts. We lost the series. When my cast came off we had a special game. I pitched a no-hitter the whole team autographed the ball plus the managers. We move back to brookyn where I came from. I wish I could hear from someone who was there it was something to remember. I live in West Babylon Long Island. Anthony Nastro

I remember like it was yesterday, playing in the neighborhood til the "street lights came on." That was how we knew it was time to go home. I am from Detroit, when Detroit was a wonderful place to live and grow up. It was the late 50s and I had four brothers, and most of the kids we played with were boys. They let me play baseball with them. We would play in the big vacant lot, about 8 of us and the game was red light green light, tag, hide and seek. We rode our bikes everywhere and no helmet. I had a few girlfriends and we would go to Gloria`s house because she had a neat little record player that played 45`s, we would sit on her porch and sing along with the music. Dion and the Belmonts, Elvis, Connie Stevens, Everly Bros., Paul Anka, we knew ALL of their music. It wasn`t like now when groups or single musicians just seem to come and go, maybe changing their names. I could tell you all of the words to the 50`s music, because you could actually hear them. It really was a wonderful time, with so many good memories. As summer vacation started it was the end of homework and books. Now time to go to the neighborhood swimming pool. It was the Rouge Olympic Pool. I would walk there from our house with my brother and some friends. I did not know how to swim! How could my parents, who would worry if I got a head cold, let me, a kid of 10yrs. or so, go to this elbow to elbow swim pool and not being able to swim? Of course I would always know I would be the "target." Come up from under the water and grab me and shove my head under the water. It was my own brother that would disappear looking for the cool girls, as he had the Elvis look and manner. After we had enough of "swimming" we would walk home, about a mile. We walked everywhere, unless we were going further we wo uld take our bikes. I remember helping my older brother, Jim, fold his newspapers, he showed me how to make them nice and tight. We would put the papers in the wagon and walk his route throwing the papers on the lawns. He would give me some of his money for helping him. He was always good to me. When he had to go out at night with the left over papers to sell them on the street, "Get your paper" "Here`s your Free Press. "And when they were all gone he would come home and every night he would put a bag of M&M`s under my pillow as a treat. He was also my inspiration for building our own scooters, from scraps of wood our Dad had in the basement, using roller skate wheels and a wooden box, taken from the D & C market junk pile. The wooden box would be nailed to the 2x4 that was the board used to put your foot on and push with the other foot. These scooters would be decorated with old bottle caps and streamers. The handles were made from a long piece of wood, sanded down to remove splinters. Another great summer activity would be roller skating. No cool RollerBlades, just your good ole` skates that you had to have a skate key, to tighten or loosen. We would skate around and around the block, sometimes going to Bonnie`s house or Judy`s. We put those skates on and we were "cool" 10 or 11yr old girls. The bottom of your feet would tickle when going fast on the cement sidewalks. Always on the lookout for big holes or rocks, as you would for sure go down. I think of those days, and I wish my kids could have been born in those innocent days. I hardly ever see kids playing outside in summer. We were outside in Summer, Fall, Winter, or Spring, always something to do whatever the time of year. One thing I don`t hear anymore, is the slamming of the screen door as we were going to play. That sound is the sound of "summer." The sound of kids yelling "you`re out", and playing tennis in front of the house. We weren`t very good but it was fun. I asked my younger brother, Rich, the other day if he remembers our mom letting us go out in the rain to play. Wearing bathing suits, we would make paper boats or popcicle sticks and float them in the running water next to the curb. "Curb" we don`t have curbs anymore everything is at the same level so when the kids are coming from school, they have to walk in the street or on the grass. I could go on and on thinking of all we did in those good old days. No drug checks at school, no weapons, having to walk to school or wherever no moms driving us where we had to go. Moms didn`t have cars. The reason I first found my way onto this wonderful page, I am trying to find out the words to the prayer that was said over some music as an Air Force jet flew up to the clouds. It was the sign off of one of the three stations. If anyone out there reads this and remembers, please contact me. Wow, this has been great remembering those summers and winters, the kids that were our friends, where are they now? Take care all of you "kids from the 50s." EJHanus - Ellen J Sintay

I grew up in North Hollywood, CA. The late 60s were the BEST of times. I remember we would have "school clothes" and "play clothes" and you better not mix them up. You stayed out until it got dark and came home. Parents never worried about their kids getting snatched off the streets. My father would whistle and I could hear him for blocks away..meant GET HOME..Parents also whipped your butt if you did not behave or talked back...which you just did NOT do. We had our Schiwnn bikes, roller scates with keys to tighten them, Big candy bars for a nickle, small candy bars for 3cents, Batman, Spiderman, Inredible Hulk..etc...syrafoam flyers you bought with a gum pack, penny candy, being able to go to the schools all summer long to just play games and hang out, Carroms was my favorite. We played in huge dirt lots that apartments would soon be build on. Throwing dirt clots at each other as we hid behind walls of dirt. We would grab shopping carts from the stores and open them up riding in the backways down the middle of the streets. No bike helmets, Good Humor ice cream trucks, Helms bakery, where my mom would buy donuts. Milkman would bring us milk daily in glass bottles and put it in the little door outside our house. Inside the house you could open up the door and grab the milk. WE had water wiggles and slip n slides. We got hurt, got bruises, and sometimes we bled...We all lived through it and parents were NOT suing the companies for getting hurt. You respected your teachers OR else. Teachers also could and did grab the unruly kids and smack them around. Parents would not say a word...actually beat your butt when you got home AFTER the teacher did. There was Dog n Suds on the corner of Laurel Canyon and Riverside Dr. in North Hollywood. We all would stop in there after Jr. High school. Kids would buy packs of cigs out of the machine for FIFTY CENTS...No one checked how old they were. We would pick up firewood gathering up the scraps of wood from where they built apartments..lugging them home in a re d wagon. Every house had a kid in them. Most of the kids grew up from kindergarten to high school. You knew your neighbors and all the kids played together on the block. We drank kool-aide and watched Hobo Kelly, Roger Mahoney, Bozo the clown, Winky Dink and the original micky mouse club. Engineer Bill would make you grab a glass of milk and drink it during "Red light, Green Light" every day on TV after school. Moms were always home making dinner while dads were at work. I was a blue bird and mom was the leader. Cub Scouts for my brother. Parents WERE parents. You did NOT hear of parents killing their children or strangers kidnapping any kids. We would cruise Van Nuys Blvd as a teenager, go to Bob's Big Boy and sit in your car while the carhops brought your food on a metal tray that hung onto your window. Kids all word denim jeans with the bottoms cuffed up. Hand me downs were common. Boys all wore white undershirts. All the kids in school were Americans...if you can believe that.....Doors were left unlocked even at night. Doors open to let the cool night air inside. TV was a black and white model. ONLY got to watch it for about an hour in the evening. I remember being awakened by my mother ONLY THREE times to come and watch the TV...Once when the men landed on the moon..she said, "YOU better remember this" and when the Beatles performed on the Ed Sullivan show..And when JFK was killed. I remember all three of those times. The Vietnam war and JFK was the turning point in our little world and in our country. Riots, civil unrest, hippies protesting the war...and then DRUGS came into play. As a teenager I must have tried a little of everything. Many of my friends did not make it and died of overdoses. We were all hippies..Love children...you did not worry about AIDS or HEP C...Somehow many of DID survive and due to having GREAT parents..we made it...Life was so simple way back then....I feel sorry that my kids will never get to see what it was like way back then.... - Sandra

I remember a notebook that flipped up and opened at the top and it was two hole punched, it also had pencil storage inside. The notebook was called the Nifty Notebook. Does anyone remember it? I had a light blue one. - Cindy

As I recall, other than obtaining mortgage and auto loans, no one I knew bought on credit. They paid upfront, with cash. If they did not have the funds at hand, they placed a future purchase on 'Lay Away,' and paid it down in small increments over time, before they actually 'owned' it. No one carried credit cards. They carried wallets, or money-clips, or rolls of bills, and kept change in their pockets or coin-purses. The checkbook came out once a month to pay utility companies. If a family could not afford it, they didn't have it. Simple, really... - Ellen L. Cannon

I lived in Memphis TN as a child. The local store was Hogan-Knots. I think I have it right. Candy bars were 6 for a quarter and they were bigger than today. Gum was a nickel a pack. In the 1960s, a new Mustang was only $1,898.95 -- large billboard on the highway, I was only nine. - Donnie

I remember putting on fashion shows for our parents. Wearing our grandmother's shoes and Sunday dresses. Then came the "talent" shows. Twirling the baton, lip singing and of course, juggling fruit. Riding down the hills with my Dad's neckties tied to the handlebars, pretending our bikes were horses. Laying in the meadow with the grasses blowing from side to side in the warm sun. Falling asleep under the weeping willow trees. Roller skates with metal keys, and going to my grandparents house on Sunday to watch the Lawrence Welk Show. Screaming like a maniac when the Beatles sang on the Ed Sullivan Show and watching the first astronauts land on the moon. Crying when President Kennedy and Martin Luther King were assassinated. Riding in my 1st boyfriends "Road Runner" with the engine sticking out of the top of the hood. Seeing my father panic when I went to the Prom in that car. Curling our hair with soup cans and seeing who could have the most headscarves tied to the rear view mirror. Pool ball stick shifts, knobs on the steering wheel and drive in movies. The pride of my first paying job and dinner every night at 6:00pm. Dresses to school every day, nylons and garters that left permanent indentions in the back of our legs. Rolling our skirts up for the length check. Being sent to the principle because our skirts were too short, rolling them down on the way there and telling the principal that Mrs. Wagner was getting senile. Ironing our hair (on a real ironing board with wax paper and a real iron) to straighten it. Sleeping on the trampoline just after the deet trucks fogged the neighborhood and of course counting the stars in the sky. Getting spanked for swimming in the "recycled water plant" and having no idea what the hazard was. Eating gooseberries, putting nail polish on chigger bites and laughing ourselves to sleep. Collecting 45 records and going to youth group dances. Never ever being disrespectful to any adult and knowing that every parent in the neighborhood was your seco nd boss. Emily Post's book of Etiquette and block parties. We had a blast every day and never worried about anything. Hop scotch contests and spelling bees. Hope chests and typewriters. Bread was $.35 a loaf and the wrapper had a $.05 coupon for the Saturday matinee. Gunsmoke with Matt Dillon on Saturday nights and pizza with town club pop. Life was incredible! - Deb Jenkins

Loved orchard lake lodge. Spent many summers there and made great friends. Remember Vic Shapiro leading us to Gerry Ludwig's house. Vic played the trumpet and was very cute. Probably a few yrs older than me. Remember the casino with the juke box. Especially on rainy days. Remember movie nights wearing rollers with kerchiefs over them. Great times and great memories! - Barbara wiener wyman

I remember growing up in New Jersey. I was born in Jersey City. I started going to dancing school when I was 5. I learned tap dancing, ballet and what they called acrobatics which was a little bit like the floor exercises in gymnastics. When I was 8 years old my parents allowed me to take the bus (by myself) to Journal Square to go to dancing lessons. After dancing class I went to Nedick's for a hot dog on a toasted roll and am icy cold orange drink. Imagine an 8 year-old child doing that today! Never! - Dee

We lived in the Bronx and my grandparents had a home in Orchard Lake Lodge - bought in 58' when I was five - the yellow house on the top of the hill - spent many summers there growing up - with the Kushners', Smalls', Bars' (then Levine), Maces' - we liven on Evergreen Drive - - Craig

I also went to orchard lake lodge and bungalow colony. The bungalow colony was on the top of the hill. There was a long set of stairs to go to the lake. It also had 2 pools. One was abandon near the lake the was a haven for snakes right near the lake. We caught sunny fish there all the time with bread as our bait. They also had a wood platform. Raft out there on the lake. You had to be able to swim to go to the raft no tubes allowed. Camp was fun. Looking for a friend names, Terri London, Deloris McLean. We were about 10ish when we were there. - Diane Davidson

My dad let me use his tools, and often I was able to fix a toaster, or replace the cord on a lamp. Play? What was that? Work is how one grew up in my family on the farm there was always something to do, and fun was removing woodchucks out of the alfalfa fields before harvest time. For those who don't know a tractor could get damaged by dropping into a hole of one. So we shot them and filled the hole with them and dirt. - Art Santore

For all the boomers reminiscing about Orchard Lake, Monroe NY.....check out FaceBook “Orchard Lake Monroe” For Richie M - my dad was Frank from the early 70s. Sherrie Pacifici-Savett

I remember Schwinn Krates, G.I.Joes, Easy Bake Ovens, Army Men, Super Ball, Silly puddy, Slinnky, Hot Wheels, H.O. race car sets., Tyco, Play Dough, Robot toys, Mr. Potatoe Head, Barbies, Kent dolls, Cow Boy guns, Johny West and horse cowboy dolls, Battle ship game, Parcheesy, Chinese checkers, Tonka trucks, etc, etc, Bozo the clown, Winky Dink, Soupy Sells.Diver Dam, Super Car, Bonanza, Walt Disney, Wild Kingdom, Raw Hide, Riflemen, Gunsmoke, Palatin.Rin Tin Tin.Little Rascals, Couragus cat, and minute mouse.Top Cat, Felix the cat, Mr.Magoo, Magila the Gorrila, Wacy racers, Space Ghost, Romper Room, Etcha Sketch, Wagon Train, Payton Place, Dark Shaddow, Dennis the Menace.Man fron Unkle, Bewich, Honey Mooners, Dr. Welby, Dr.Kildare, Partridge family, Brady Bunch, Wide World of Sports, The Invaders, Time Tunnel, Perry Mason.Rockford Files, Mod Sqaud, Chips, Adam 12, DraGNET, cHILLER.tWILIHT zONE, nIGHT gALLERY, Captain Kangeroo, Mission Impossible, Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea, Route66, Monsters, Superman, Petty Co Junction, Green Acrer, Car 54 where are you, Mr ED, Get Smart, Land of the Giants, Lost in Space, Zorro, Dr.Ben Casey, Good Times, Webster, A Differwent World, Genie, Gilligans Island, Love boat, Adams Family, Green Hornet, Batman, Columbo, Magnum PI, Maveric, F Troop, Mcalls Navey, Gommer Pile, Mayberry RFD, Rat Patrol, Outer Limits, Ironside.The Dick Van Dyk show, Carole Burnette show.Larence Welk show, Laugh In, Hee Haw show, Red Skaleton show, Thats My Mamma, Emergency, My Three Sons, Leave It to the ive Beaver, Daktarry, The Fugative, Lassie, Daniel Boon, Gentle Ben, Skipper, 12 o clock High, Million Dollar movies, Charlie's Angels, Million Dollar man, Wonder Woman, Kojak, Street of San Frisisco, Hawaii 5-O, lightening bugs in a jar, fire works at the park, Bar-B-Q in backyard, Kool-Aide, All-Star high top white sneakers with colored shoe string, sweat socks, shark skin suits, wax candy lips, flutes, balsom wood planes, caps for toy guns, magic 8-ball toy, tells future, ballon or baseball cards in bike spokes, rocket lights in bike spokes, Twister game, Trouble, bubbles we blew, sparklers; yes those were the days - Twinn

I was born in 1950 and grew up in Columbus, OH. I remember when milk was delivered each day and the bakery man came by with bread and pastries every other day. The "Yummy Boy" would ride a bike with a frozen compartment on the front and we could buy ice cream bars and other frozen treats. On Saturdays we would go downtown to shop at Lazarus Department Store and have lunch in the Colonial Room - always Celery Dressing with Chicken Gravy! Isley ice cream was sold at the soda fountain at Woolworth's. Does anyone else remember the long pointed scoops? My favorite flavor was rainbow ice cream, (not sherbet.) On Friday or Saturday nights we would go to my grandmothers to spend the evening watching TV. A special treat was to walk down to the local ice cream shop where we would get a quart of hand packed ice cream and then go back and make ice cream sodas with 7 Up and have pop popcorn .When I was in high school I remember wearing huge curlers to bed every night with foam pads underneath so they wouldn't hurt so much. I recall the first time a pizza place opened near us back in the mid 50's - until that time, we had never even heard of pizza. - Meg

I was at Orchard Lake Lodge around 1955 for a few summers. It was wonderful, and we little ones were very free to explore. Does anyone remember costume day? (whatever it was called, we all dressed up as if Halloween). - Elinor Weinstein Polvere

I grew up in Chester NY and my father ran the Meadow Lane Bungalow Colony club. We had great child hood memories from going to camp and waiting for all our friends to come back for the summer from NYC. - Theresa Sacher


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